Chapter 95: Chapter 91: At Your Age, How Can You Even Sleep?

Sunlight filtered through the dappled shadows of trees by the window, casting a patch of light on the crude dormitory floor.

Ron sat at the desk, immersed in studying the magic potion formula notes in his hand. Beside him, the liquid in the refining vessel was gently bubbling, continuously emitting a faint fragrance.

There were still two days before the application for the workshop would be approved, but of course, he couldn't idle around.

Since switching professions to an alchemist, he felt that his understanding of medicinal ingredients and grasp of formulas had reached a new level.

Those subtle balance points that required repeated deliberation in the past seemed to have become instinctive now.

Focusing intently on adjusting the flame's intensity, Ron carefully added the final ingredient—Silver Leaf Essence.

The liquid instantly transformed from a pale blue to a clear cerulean, with silvery light patterns swirling on the surface, almost as if they were alive.